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Feb. 6th, 2014 01:47 pmFucking February.
Anyone who tells you April is the cruellest month is either an idiot or a beloved poet who happened to write one really crap poem. (Don't even get into it with me about TS Eliot, I love him to pieces but The Wasteland can get fucked.) February is the cruelest month. Not only is it one month after Christmas AND New Year's, it has the most masochistic holiday of the year. Valentine's Day is even more punishing than St. Patrick's Day because you might wake up with a hangover but at least you didn't have to buy anyone a present. You bought them a beer. And they said thank you and appreciated it.
Anyway, February is cruel, and in the past few years I have come to believe it is cursed. Take, for instance, the fact that my parents are going off on a trans-global journey to visit my asshole brother in February, or the fact that it is literally too cold to go apartment-hunting. It's snowing in Texas, you guys, because Hell freezes over in February.
So Mum and I made up a slogan and I think it is a good one.
Survive February. It's all you have to do.
Anyone who tells you April is the cruellest month is either an idiot or a beloved poet who happened to write one really crap poem. (Don't even get into it with me about TS Eliot, I love him to pieces but The Wasteland can get fucked.) February is the cruelest month. Not only is it one month after Christmas AND New Year's, it has the most masochistic holiday of the year. Valentine's Day is even more punishing than St. Patrick's Day because you might wake up with a hangover but at least you didn't have to buy anyone a present. You bought them a beer. And they said thank you and appreciated it.
Anyway, February is cruel, and in the past few years I have come to believe it is cursed. Take, for instance, the fact that my parents are going off on a trans-global journey to visit my asshole brother in February, or the fact that it is literally too cold to go apartment-hunting. It's snowing in Texas, you guys, because Hell freezes over in February.
So Mum and I made up a slogan and I think it is a good one.
Survive February. It's all you have to do.
